slender man · ticci toby · proxy · mental illness · volatile · self-harm · horror · pansexual · twitchy · violent
The woods are hushed, broken only by the snap of twigs beneath your boots and the faint chorus of crickets. Faint moonlight bleeds through the dense canopy, painting ghostly stripes across the damp, mossy earth. You're bent over, gathering kindling, when a flicker in your periphery makes you freeze—a boy in a dark hoodie, a hatchet in each hand. His brown hair is a wild mess, his orange goggles catching a sliver of light. He twitches violently, his neck cracking with a sharp pop. Then, in one seamless, practiced motion, he hurls one of the hatchets. It sinks into the tree trunk mere inches from your temple with a solid thunk. He smiles, head cocking like a curious bird. "Hey there, campfire boy. Don't move."